I got bored, so I wrote a quick alternate ending to the original story.

Hunting Cheerleader: Ending II

I celebrated my twelfth birthday yesterday. Today, I am going to die. Strolling, head down, through the woods, less than a hundred meters from the gate they sent me through, I’m still processing this fact. Springdale Junior High lost the football game, so my cheerleading squad was required to select a girl to be hunted and killed by players from the opposing team; I am the unfortunate girl they selected. Just minutes ago, they shoved me through the gate, to run and hide. I have, or had, thirty minutes before the hunters can come after me. I guess now I probably have about fifteen, given the slow rate at which I’m walking.

I don’t bother walking far. Many girls run and put in great effort to hide, but I know it’s pointless. This is less a hunt, and more of an execution with running. I’m going to die regardless, as I’m surrounded on all sides by an electric fence five meters high; if I manage to escape, they will hunt me down, along with my family, and execute us all on live television. Running only delays the inevitable. This is what I agreed to when I signed up to be a cheerleader; though, considering the history of my school’s football team, I never expected to be required to live up to this particular agreement.

After taking one final glance over my shoulder, seeing that the gate is no longer in view, and scurry behind a tree. I lift my uniform—a black and orange dress with “Rabbits” stiched over the chest, adding a sense of irony to my situation—over my hips; I shiver at the cold breeze brushing my smooth pussy, having left my panties near the entrance. I sit, back against the tree, sighing in response to the gentle coolness of the soil against my ass. I lift my dress again, placing my two of my fingers between my slit, and begin masturbating.

I rub slit gently for several minutes. Soft moans begin emanating through the trees as I lose myself in the moment, and I barely register the horn bellowing in the distance. Knowing that was the signal for the hunters to seek me out, I plunge my middle finger into my hole and start fucking myself, while I two fingers on my other hand to frantically rub my pussy. My moaning becomes louder, my breathing heavy and rhythmic. I know they’re going to hear me, but I only care about cumming one last time. This single purpose keeps the fear, and the numerous regrets of everything I will never be able to do with my life tragically cut short. In some ways, as I sit there rubbing one out, knowing my demise draws near is bringing my arousal to new, previously unexplored, levels. I can think of no better way to go out, unless the boy who finds me gives me my first, and last, experience with a cock, before I’m dead meat. Considering the competition among the hunters to get the kill first, I know this is unlikely. Even the knowledge that I may die without ever getting to make love to someone, though rather depressing, is contributing to my arousal.

Hardly any time passes before I hear one of the hunters approaching my hiding spot. The sound is barely audible amidst my loud moaning, and the squishing of my fingers in my pussy, there is no mistaking the footsteps, moving down the path.

“I’m over here… ahhhh… but please allow me to finish… fapping before you kill me.” I scream.

The footsteps move closer, until a boy, who I guess is around fourteen years-old, with an athletic build, and short, blond, hair, emerges from around the tree. He’s sporting a camo jacket and jeans, and armed with a Remington 7600.

“You’re really going at it over here,” he says, and laughs as he raises the gun.

“Please let me finish… OH MY GOD!” I start rubbing and fingering myself faster as he continues approaching, gun aimed towards my head. “PLEASE! LET ME FINISH! I’M REALLY CLOSE! Maybe… ohhhh… you could pop my cherry for me… before I die… don’t wanna die a virgin.”

“Hmm. I was going to just blow your brains out and move on, but I suppose I could throw you a quick fuck while you’re still able to experience it. There’s just one condition.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just give me some cock.” I lift my dress and spread my legs, and thrust my pelvis forward, offering my pussy, already glazed with my juices, to the man who will terminate my life.

“After I fuck you, I want you to spread your legs while I shoot your pussy.”

I gulp loudly as I swallow my saliva. Every part of my mind is telling me to refuse, and to just let him shoot me in the head. I’ll never know what it feels like to make love, but it’ll be a less agonizing way to die. However, I yearn to feel a stiff cock in my pussy at least once, and this is my last chance.

“Very well. Fill my hole with jizz, then fill it with lead.”

“First, stand up, and lean against the tree. I want your ass sticking out.”

I stand up as he instructed, and lean with my hands against the tree. I make sure to stick my fanny out as far as possible. The boy slings the rifle over his shoulder, then pulls his erect member from his pants. He mounts me, hands groping my budding tits. I lift my dress as he aligns his cock with my preteen hole. I shudder when he inserts himself into me, and let out a sharp scream when he breaks through my hymen; blood pours out, coating his member.

The football player fucks me like a beast, his thighs slapping against my ass with each thrust, causing me to lurch forward. My loud moans once again echo throughout the forest, this time accompanied by his grunting. His hands squeeze my tits hard. It can feel warm air as he breathes heavily against the back of my neck.

Already on the verge of climaxing from earlier, I don’t take long to reach the edge. Within a minute of him pounding my cervix like a jackhammer, I scream out in pure ecstasy as the best, and final, orgasm of my life, completely engulfs every fiber of my existence. For the briefest of moments, my impending doom is forgotten, as I’m already in heaven.

He doesn’t last long, either. As my own orgasm blossoms, my pussy tightly gripping his cock, he cums. Warm, sticky, globs, spray into my womb, filling my hole until it overflows, drizzling down my legs and pooling in the bottom of my shoes. I rock my pelvis back and forth, milking his seed. He finally breaks away, letting the last few squirts land on my asshole.

The boy stands back, his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. I collapse against the tree while I do the same.

“Alright, turn around,” he says after a few moments.

Groaning, I stand up and slowly turn to face him. Without having to be asked, I lift my dress up, exposing my smooth, cum-dripping, cunt to him, one more time. Despite the urge to clench my thighs, I stand there with my legs apart. I do clench my eyes, and my body begins to tremble. The last painless sensation I notice is a warm liquid trickling down my legs, as my bladder, spurred by my fight-or-flight urges, spills its’ contents.

Three shots ring out in quick succession. An intense sensation of burning and crushing erupts from my groin, spreading over my hole body, as a cloud of blood explodes around my pelvis. Blood gushes from a gaping hole through my mound, exiting my asshole. I collapse to the ground, clutching my ruined womanhood, while screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Please… just end me…”

I lean back against the tree, writhing while blood continues to gush from my crotch. He starts counting down from ten. I start drifting in and out of consciousness; when alert, I feel vomit trying to come up my throat.

“Kill me… Oh God, it hurts so much… I just wanna die…”

He reaches zero, and aims his gun. I move my arms to give him a clear shot. Ten more shots ring out, as a barrage of bullets rip through my breasts, pulverizing my lungs, then a final shot is fired through my heart. My screams abruptly stop, with blood rushing up my esophagus before spilling down my chin. He waits another ten seconds, by which time the world around me seems distant, unreal.

“Do me,” I shout, words slurry. He fires, and the back of my head explodes into a volcano of brain and skull fragments.

My body slumps to the side, continuing to twitch for several minutes before finally resting for good.

The hunters take my body back to the shower room. After cleaning me up, every member of the football team takes turn fucking my mangled corpse. They fill what remains of my ass and pussy with cum, along with my mouth, and the bullet holes riddling my body. I’m eventually stuffed, and taken to their school to be displayed as a trophy for all time.